"I've seen, and I'll play with it, but I refuse to let him dictate what we do. He needs this, whatever this is or he wouldn't have bothered with replying." She smiled at him. "You won't remember but I assure you that he always acted like a spoilt child, even while casting the Cruciatus. He's powerful and dangerous, but has the emotional age of a five year old."
She sighed. "Do we tell Potter? I know my son wouldn't agree with my choice, but this... he won't be giving me the answer, not when he knows that I could tell Potter. We might end up getting them hurt more if we do what he says." Narcissa hated this concept of sharing. Three decades ago, she would have kept it a secret, and that was what had pushed them into darkness. "When you tell him about the book, tell him about this. He'll contact me if he wants. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend some time with my family. Enjoy your day, Theodore."